Date: Wed, 23 May 2018 13:48:31 -0500
From: John Comstock <kcamsub@gmail.com>
Subject: Haven & Hell

Haven & Hell

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Preface-The story takes place in Chicago and is something that this faggot
wish would exist somewhere.  It was written due to the fact that I was
having writers block with another story that is being worked on...Scout Rob
In-Charge.  Hoping this will get that block taken care of so I can continue
to write that story.  The other story by this author is called The
Trucker's Inn.  Both can be found on Nifty.org.

I welcome feedback on this story.  Also happy to receive messages on my
Tumblr page, which a few of you did.  Also have enjoyed the correspondence
with other faggots as well as Sirs from all over.  Always try to respond to
you when you contact this faggot.  Please e-mail me at kcamsub@gmail.com Go
to my Recon account kcam Tumblr kcolderfaggot

Also wanted to let you know an Alpha Sir in England dared me to write about
the first time this faggot realized it was a true submissive faggot.  That
story is on my Tumblr page.

Kcamsub

Authoritarian/CMNM/Humiliation/Urination
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Haven & Hell

Chapter One – Meeting My Future

It's now been a few months since I moved into my apartment here in Chicago.
The location was great; convenient to the EL so I could get to work easily,
just about 12 blocks north of `Boys Town' so easy to find bars when I
wanted to go out, and off street parking for my little VW.  I know it was
just a one bedroom, but here that was expensive enough.  What is exciting
is the fact that I finally got to the `Big City' after growing up in a
small town about 30 minutes east of St. Louis in the middle of a
cornfield. After college, I headed to a job in Des Moines.  For the past
decade, I have been working in the Des Moines office of this company, which
was better than where I grew up, but it just didn't seem to fit me.  I know
I am gay, really have known most of my life.  But that small town didn't
take kindly to gay people and Des Moines was okay, yet it still didn't feel
right.

At 6'3" and a decent build, most people in that small town saw me as a
straight kid who liked sports.  I was even on the varsity High School
basketball team, but we weren't that good, but did I enjoy the playing.
Really, I enjoyed the locker-room after practices and games.  All the guys
walking around naked or with just their underwear, it was great material
for me to jack-off later at home.  I did fool around a bit there with just
a couple of people, but in both cases all they wanted was for me to fuck
them.  I mean with an 8" cock hard, they assumed that is what I would do
with it.  One was the math teacher, Mr. Miller, who was married, but did
enjoy his ass fucked.  The other was our team manager who was about 5'9",
which after most games my junior and senior year, he would need a home,
which was his way of getting fucked.

Des Moines wasn't that great either.  I put a couple of ads out on
Craigslist, but usually got flakes that just want to touch my dick and
watch me jack-off.  Did a couple of sites like Grindr and Recon, but really
did not see much action.  I think the problem was that I really didn't know
what I wanted in this gay world; so far everyone assumed this tall younger
man with a good size Alpha Dick must be a top and want to fuck.  Even on
Recon, my profile read 50/50 and the description was short and to the
point...'not sure what I am looking for, but would love to chat about.'  On
Grindr got a couple of hook ups and again they wanted their asses plowed so
I did.  I even had a couple of dates out of it, but after a 2 or 3 times
out, it usually just fizzled.  However, one guy that wanted to be fucked,
insisted on me wearing a condom. The problem there was, anytime I wore a
condom, my cock would shrink to smaller than the normal size soft.  I mean
my cock did NOT like to have a rubber around it, so for me to fuck anyone,
it was bareback or not at all.  The guy who wanted the condom ended up just
sucking me off.  I did get to do 69 with a couple of guys, and I really
enjoyed a cock in my mouth, so I did know what that felt like at least.
Several times while jacking off, I would play with my asshole, which did
heighten the orgasm.  But overall, things just didn't feel right, like I
was missing something in my sexual ideas of the gay world.

Well at least now I am in Chicago and hopefully the pieces will fall
together either for a relationship of some kind or at least getting some
friends with benefits out it.  After getting settled in to both my
apartment and work, I started to venture out about a couple of months ago
to see what was around.  I went to Boys Town on several Saturdays, and
found a couple of bars that were okay, but it just seemed to be too crowded
to make headway on meeting people.  One Saturday night while walking home
from there, I noticed this little bar like place outside of Boys Town; that
was occupying the end of this bigger building.  It had a small rainbow flag
in its window and the sign above the door read `Haven'.  I thought what the
hell, so I went in to see what was what.

Once inside, this looked like a neighborhood bar, but bigger than a normal
neighborhood bar.  There was a regular bar with two bartenders working each
end with several stools along the bar.  Several high top tables by the wall
and front windows with stools.  I could see there was one pool table
towards the back, with a staircase going up the middle.  Later I found out
they would led to the bathrooms and office space for the owner of the bar.
I got a beer and sat at one of the tables just checking it out, when this
gentleman came up and introduced himself to me.  That had NOT happened in
any bar within Boy's Town since I had been going there, so I was already
more impressed with this bar than any other.

"Names Joe, what's yours?"

"Bryon," as I stuck out my hand, which he took.

"New to town or just visiting?"

"Moved here a few months back, but just starting to get out and seeing
what's out there.  So what kind of bar is this?"

"More of an `Average Gay Man's' bar is what I would say.  Most people in
here are regulars or become regulars.  We do have our share of unique
clientele, but if you keep coming back, you'll figure it out."

Joe and I shot the bull for about an hour, but it really wasn't going to go
further than just friends, and I was okay with that, since I hadn't really
made any friends in this town.  He introduced me to several of his friends
and we all chatted.  It really was nice to finally have a talk in a gay bar
in this town, and so I figured I had found my `Haven of Bars' in the bar
called Haven.  What was interesting, the couple of men who approached me
there (for the intention of wanting more than chit-chat), were shorter and
more effeminate than myself.  I thought this is what Joe was talking about
earlier. They weren't ugly, but they just did nothing for me.  One even
talked about getting fucked by me, but again did nothing.

I continued to stop by there off and on for the next couple of weeks
chatting with different people that I had met.  I was for sure getting more
and more comfortable there.  But one Friday night, I finally figured out
the real idea of what the `unique clientele' Joe was talking about.  As I
was chatting with Phil (a friend of Joe's), I noticed a couple of men who
looked a bit rougher than any other men there coming into the bar.  Both
were wearing leather pants, but one had a tight fitting tank top and the
other a flannel shirt with no sleeves.  My cock started stirring a bit.
They just ordered drinks and sat to themselves, but I am sure this is what
Joe was talking about.

After a while, I needed to relieve myself, so I got up and started walking
to the stairs.  Once upstairs went into the men's restroom, which had two
urinals with a slight partition between them.  This, I'm sure, was to keep
the image of just an average gay bar not a sleazy bar with hook-ups
everywhere.  As I was peeing, the man in the flannel shirt entered and took
the other urinal instead of using the stall where the toilet was.  He
started pissing, and my dick started stirring.  Thank god he spoke first.

"Really needed this bad.  So what is on your agenda for the night?"

"Nothing for me...just finish up drinking here and heading home.  You Sir?"
Where did that `Sir' come from?  "Heading down to Boy's Town?"

"Not tonight, have other plans, just killing time right now.  My buddy had
to leave, so how about you let me buy you a drink and we can talk.  That
way I'm not sitting alone."

"Sure."  I had finished peeing and was still standing there with my
semi-hard cock out.  I could hear him still pissing, but I really wanted to
look.  He took a slight step back, enough for me to look at his 6" soft
cock with piss coming out of it.  He finished and did a couple of shakes.

"Close your mouth there boy and put away your cock," he said with a
chuckle. "Nathan's the name...and yours?"

"Bryon Sir."  There was that `Sir' again.

We finished up and went down stairs.  Most of the guys I was talking with
earlier had either left the bar or had moved to other places within the
bar.  Nathan got me and himself a beer and we went and sat down where he
had been sitting before. I could smell the masculinity coming from him.  He
was about 5'10" and a bit stocky, but not fat.  He probably works out some,
but is not a muscle builder of any kind.  His chest appeared to have some
nice hair that just made him look more macho than before.  We started to
chat, and thank god, Nathan was real easy to talk with.

"So tell me Bryon, what is a tall cup of coffee like you doing being
single?"

With kind of a snicker I replied, "Just haven't found the right man I
guess.  Are you dating anyone or in a relation?"

"Naw, just enjoying my time, having fun and seeing how often I can score,"
with a big smile on his face.  "So what kind of man are you looking for?"

"To be honest, not really sure, here I am 35 and I really don't know what I
want, either with a relationship or even with just sex."

"Don't tell me you're a virgin."

"Hell no!  But it seems most guys I meet that all they want for sex is for
me to just fuck them.  I mean I have a nice long cock, so I kind of get it,
but I feel I am missing something. I know I'm crazy and I should be
thankful for that, but I am not sure what I am missing." Nathan just looked
at me as I kept talking, not really judging me.  This is the first time I
have ever opened up like this and even weirder I was opening up to a
complete stranger, but he seemed cool with it.  "Am I crazy, but I feel
there is more to a sexual encounter than a dick going up the ass.  At least
I get my rocks off, but I'm just not sure," as I continued my rambling.
Finally I stopped and looked at him and said, "Say something, please."

"Hey, it sounded like you needed to get that off your chest for a long
time."

"I guess I did."

"Okay let me ask you...top or bottom?"

With kind of a strange look I'm sure, I said, "I guess I am top, since I
always am the one fucking."

"Wait, wait, wait!  That doesn't make you a top.  A top is not about how
tall you are, or about how big your dick is or even how masculine a person
appears.  A top or even a bottom is a mindset.  I want you to think about
this...what is it you really want in a relationship or even just sex?"

"That's the problem Sir...I mean Nathan.  I can't figure it out."

So we sat there while I explained my past of growing up in Timbuktu,
Illinois and being in Des Moines.  Nathan listened and I could tell he
wanted to do a virtual slap to tell me to snap out of it.  Finally I
stopped with the background, and Nathan broke the weird silence then.

"Okay Bryon, if you had a chance to experience any sexual experience, no
matter how weird or kinky or prevented it sounds, what would it be?"

"As strange as it sounds, I want to experience piss play."

"Interesting!  Okay, I do know of a place that you could experience piss
play, but what do you want to do in that play?  Do you see yourself
drinking from the tap or hose?  How about a golden shower on you?  Or do
see yourself being the pisser on people?"

"Not really sure, thinking more about getting the piss somehow, I guess."

"Okay here is the deal," as we were both about done with our beers, "I want
you to go home tonight and think about what do you want from piss play.  I
want to help you explore that.  If you want to try it tomorrow night, call
me."  He got up and went to grab a pen form the bar and wrote his phone
number down for me.  As he gave me his number he said, "I would love to
take you to this place so you could enjoy this experience and more, but you
need to figure out some things.  If you want to receive it, do you want to
be dominated over when doing this?  I would love to be the one to control
you if you're interested.  But you figure it out."

"Wow, okay this gives me something to think about."

"Now if you want to just go for the experience and not have someone
controlling you, just texted me and we go tomorrow night as friends.  But
if you want me to dominate you, then text me and refer to me as Sir Nate.
You seem to have that Sir down pretty good, since it slipped a couple of
times."

I nodded.

"Last, Bryon, if you want to do this tomorrow night, I am free and would
love to take you there.  This place is a private club and a member has to
bring in you no matter what.  This is a bdsm private dungeon with lots of
different things to offer.  It will cost you each time 20 bucks to get in
and 40 upfront on the first time for membership.  Also they have cameras
everywhere so you will be filmed.  Those are usually shown in the bar area
of this place for entertainment."

"Okay Sir."

"Interesting, I am beginning to think you are finding the way you want to
go; and I like that `Sir'.  Let me hear from you by 4 so we can both plan
and prep accordingly.  Hoping to hear from you."

"You will Sir."

"Gotta run boy.  Take care," as we both got off our stools.  I put my hand
out to shake, but he grabbed me in a big bear hug.  I could feel his almost
erect cock thru his pants and I am sure he could feel mine as well.  We
walked out together and once outside, he grabbed me again, but this time
when he hugged me, he put his hands down the back of my pants and started
playing with my crack and even ass hole.  My cock did get even harder.
Then after a quick kiss, I headed home as he headed to a car parked by.

Now all I have to do is figure out what I wanted.  With my cock, hard as a
rock thinking about all this, I just let it guide me home.  Once home, I
jumped on the computer and started to search for bdsm gay to see what I
would find that might interest me.  Mainly porn stuff came up, so I started
watching it.  So much to take in, but what seemed to get me the hardest is
when the sub was being humiliated and degraded.  It didn't matter if it
dealt with piss play or cock & ball torture or even mess play (which I
would find out later was called gunge).  I kept picturing me as the sub
getting used.  Once the sub was tied up my cock would go super hard.
Another time watching a sub being used in a public toilet by 6 men,
everything from being pissed on and taking piss in, to being tied up to be
a urinal.  They even fucked this poor guy, and my cock was not only rock
hard, but dripping precum like it had never done before.  Holy crap, `I
wanted to be him' ran through my mind.  All my life being the tall one with
a good size cock, I thought I was the top, but really all this time my
brain was wired to be the humiliated submissive faggot bottom.

Chapter Two – The Decision

When I woke up the next morning, I felt my morning woody (nothing new), but
the difference was in the fact I was still leaking precum and the wet spot
on my sheets indicated it happened most of the night.  I could tell I
didn't have a wet dream, just leaked a lot.  I put some precum on my finger
and then licked it off.  It was like I was in heaven.  After 35 years, I
have really figured out what I am and what I really want from sex and life.

After a few more licks, I jumped out of bed and got to my computer.  There
it was the last video of what I looked at the night before.  There was a
tall man lying in a tub and this small person (dwarf) was on a stool by the
tub and with his very handsome 6 plus inch cock, was giving this man a
golden shower.  OMG this is what I want, to be at the mercy of any Alpha
Sir.  Then I started looking at other pics I had been looking at, most off
of Tumblr, and realizing that the faggot that was being humiliated each
time, was the faggot I wanted to be.  I quickly looked around the apartment
for Nathan's phone number and found in on the kitchen counter, where I had
put it carefully.  All of these ideas were running through my brain, but
the one that stuck out the most was the fact that this was what I really
wanted.  But I realized that I needed to get some composure before I would
text Nathan.

Turning around in the kitchen, I turned on the Keurig for some morning
caffeine.  I decided to go out for breakfast, but first needed to clean up
a bit and have a cup of coffee.  I looked at the clock and it was only
7:15.  My excitement said, text now, but my common sense said get breakfast
first with some caffeine in me.  Once the Keurig was indicating ready, I
picked a flavor to put in.  I just grabbed one off the counter and as I was
putting it in the machine, I looked at the type..."Submission Morning
Blend".  That put a smile on my face, thinking maybe it is a sign, but
still need to get ready.  With coffee in hand, I went to the bathroom and
started the shower up.  I decided to shave and other things later. While in
the shower I realized I still had a hard on and hadn't pissed at all this
morning.  With the running water, my bladder said time to go, so I just
went there, which I have done sometimes, but use to think that going there
was inappropriate.  This morning, I was thinking, maybe this is where I
need to take my pisses from now on. I even took a couple of scoops of piss
and drank them, which strangely felt right. With some deodorant on and
teeth brushed, I was ready to head out.  I picked up a pair of basketball
shorts and a t-shirt, which after putting them on, I put on my pair of
Nike's sneakers.

While walking to the breakfast cafe I like, I realized that I didn't have
on any underwear and my cock (5 plus when soft), was just flopping back and
forth.  For some reason, I really didn't care, in fact I like the feeling
so much.  I had never done that before either.  When I got there, I sat
outside and ordered my usual.  I started to look at my phone just to catch
up on the daily news and see what was what.  Then I started to look at some
of the Tumblr pages I was looking at the night before.  After a while, I
looked up from my phone and saw a very handsome man sitting two tables over
looking at me.  I smiled and nodded, like I usually do and he did the same,
and then I went back to looking at things.  When my breakfast arrived, I
looked up and he was still staring with more intent now.  Then I noticed he
looked down.  When I looked down at my shorts, my cock was not only rock
hard, but the head was sticking out slightly.  I looked back up and he just
smiled.  I am sure I turned 100 shades of red in embarrassment and shame,
but he just smiled and licked his lips with the sly look.  I stopped
looking at my phone and just concentrated on the breakfast.

After a while the other man got up, after paying his bill, and walked
towards me.  I tried not to look at him, but still wanted to.  I did notice
he was wearing a pair of shorts that showed a very nice bulge in them.  As
he walked past me, he stopped and said, "Thanks for the show...hope to see
it again soon fag."  He then just walked on.  He called me `fag' and what
was so weird, I really got turned on by that humiliating remark.  My cock
began to grow again, so I just tried to concentrate on the meal.  Once done
eating, I realized I was going to have to get up and leave, with this half
hard on.  I paid the bill and as I put my wallet back in my shorts, I
thought I could just leave my hand there to help hide the bulge.  I got up,
but it really didn't hide it much and as I turned to leave the waiter
smiled and said, "Nice package to go."

Walking home, my semi-hard on just kept bouncing, so after a while I didn't
try to hide it.  I did start to enjoy walking past people and getting looks
from them.  One guy just kept staring at it to the point I thought his eyes
were going to come out.  I think another time my cock head might have
slipped out since I got a rather surprising look from this guy.  All in all
it was a great walk back.

Once in the apartment, I immediately stripped.  It almost felt natural to
do this and I could tell I was starting to enjoy the submissive idea of
being naked.  I looked at the clock and it was only 9:10.  So with
breakfast in my stomach and now caffeine in my system my head was clear
enough and YES I really wanted to go to this place Nathan was talking
about.  My first thought was to make sure that I didn't seem too anxious
about it, since it was still early. But I am sure by my reaction last night
he already knew I was. The text needs to sound more than just a simple
`yes' answer of wanting to go and be dominated.  So this was important.  I
sat down and thought for about 15 minutes on what to text.  I finally
started the text.

"Sir Nate, this is the lowly faggot from last night, bryon. (I knew to only
put his name and pronouns in capital letters) would enjoy going to the
place we discussed tonight.  sorry so early in the morning, but wanted to
know any orders you have for this faggot to prep Sir.  looking forward to
the experience Sir Nate."

I read it over several times before I finally hit send.  There it is my
commitment and then I looked at my cock and it was not only hard, but
leaking like crazy.  It wasn't even 2 minutes and I heard my phone with a
text message.

"good boy.  Sir Nate will be sending you instructions off and on today, but
the first one is simple. You are NOT to cum until I tell you faggot.
Understand faggot?"

Without hesitation I replied with a `yes Sir."  Okay there it is I am going
to `the place' tonight and without a doubt, I was excited.  Now I have to
figure out what to do with the rest of the day so I don't over edge and cum
by accident.  My first thought was to release some energy, but I usually
did that by jacking off, so that was out of the question.  So I decided to
go down to the neighborhood gym, where I work out off and on.  Putting back
on my attire from breakfast, I grabbed a towel and an extra shirt, shoving
them in my gym bag, I was off to the gym.

The short walk was nice, but my dick started to get hard just flopping back
and forth.  Finally getting there, the guy checking me in noticed my
`bulge' and gave me a big smile.  After smiling back, I went into the gym
and started lifting.  It wasn't that busy for a Saturday morning so I
didn't have to wait on any of the equipment.  After stretching and doing
some crunches, I went to the weight bench to lift.  I don't lift a lot of
weight, I usually try working on increasing the number of repetitions to
help me get stronger and help keep the old heart racing.  After my second
set of 15, I noticed several of the guys just staring at me from the other
side of the room.  Then I caught myself in the far mirror...omg you could
look right up shorts and see the whole package.  The guys just smiled and
kept watching.  Finally one of the guys, about 5'7" walked over and asked
if I needed a spot and I thought sure, why not.  So I added a little weight
and started. As I started lifting I looked up again, straight up at this
hot guy. Even better I could see up his shorts and saw a yellow jockstrap
with a nice bulge.  After a set of 15, I stopped to catch my breath.  He
just stood there, looking down at me with a big smile.

"Good job with the weights," he said.

"Thanks and thanks for the encouragement."

"I really didn't say much."

"No just your presence kept me going."

"Well you must have liked what you were seeing."

"Pardon?"

Then he nodded down at my shorts which were tenting up with my 8" cock and
even a precum spot.  I was so embarrassed.  Luckily he reassured me.

"Listen, faggots like you enjoy seeing a real man's package."  With that he
squeezed my right nipple and said, "Later."

I looked up at the clock it was now about 11 o'clock.  I grabbed my bag and
headed into the small locker room.  I pulled my phone out saw I had a
message.

"Okay faggot, tonight be at Haven at 5:30 sharp.  Wear jeans, a t-shirt,
your Nikes and white briefs.  Still excited fag?"

I really didn't care who was around, but my cock couldn't hide the fact
that I was still excited about tonight.  I started texting back...

"yes Sir this faggot is very excited Sir.  currently at the gym with a
boner showing Sir.  will be at haven at 5:30 sharp Sir wearing just what
you ordered Sir."

He immediately text back..."show Master that boner fag...take a pic and
send fag."

I looked around and there was only one guy sitting there wiping the sweat
off, so I went over to the mirror, dropped my shorts and took a pic of my
boner.  All of a sudden I heard "nice" coming from behind me.  I turned &
looked; it was the guy who had spotted me earlier.  He just winked as I
pulled my pants up.  I sent the pic with "faggot's cock Sir".

"Good boy, you are learning to follow orders fag," was the reply I got
back.  It really felt right in some way that I did that without even
thinking about too much.  I am realizing that being submissive might be the
way to go.

I went on ahead and walked home knowing I still had several hours to wait,
and possibly more orders before then.  As I am walking I got another
message which was from Nathan.  All this text was is a link to a Tumblr
page.  I clicked on the link and what popped up was a picture of my cock on
this Tumblr page with the caption below saying, "looks like my new boy is
ready for Hell."  This picture really only showed my mid-torso region so no
one could tell it was me, but still it was a shock.  At the same time, my
cock started to get excited again, this time about being exposed.  Another
text...

"well boy, how does it feel to be exposed like that.  Bet your cock is
getting hard just thinking about...wait until tonight."

My cock was hard and pointing straight out as I am walking, really not
paying any attention to anyone close by.  "yes Master Nate, this faggot's
cock is hard and currently walking home where everyone can tell Sir."  I
hit send.  I finally got home and immediately got my clothes off...again it
just felt right to be naked and now exposed.  Excited but a little tired, I
thought I would grab a quick lunch then take a nap.  With lunch down, I
laid down on the bed and just let me nap.

When I woke up it was about 2.  I looked at the phone and there was another
message from Nathan.  Luckily was just about 15 minutes old, so he wasn't
waiting long for a response.  The message read, "faggot, if you plan on any
ass play tonight you will need to make sure you have cleaned out.  Need to
see another pic of how excited you are boy, send a pic."

Well I looked down at my naked body and my hard on was still there, so I
was still excited.  Afraid he would show my face on his Tumblr, I made sure
it was a bit more of the body, but no face in the picture.  Once taken, I
sent it with the statement, "yes Sir...this faggot is still ready for
tonight Sir."  It was just about 2 minutes and he messaged me back with
another Tumblr link.  I clicked on it and there was me on Nate's Tumblr
page with the caption..."faggot is excited for sure."  I was really
starting to enjoy the word faggot when talking about me.  Okay I needed to
run to CVS and get an enema kit so I could clean me out.  The walk was
about 20 minutes each way, so I needed to get on this.  I put on my shorts
and tank top and went there.  Again, no underwear and my dick was enjoying
the freedom.  Once there I got the kit and headed home.  Now working
towards 3, I needed to be leaving here a little after 5, since it takes
about 15 minutes to walk to Haven.  It was time to clean up and clean out.

I started by shaving and then jumping into the shower for the final clean
up.  After the shower, I put on lotion like I usually do.  As I was doing
this, I got another text message from Nathan.  "if you have a butt plug or
dildo, use it before coming tonight so that faggot hole is already to be
used.  I already know you plan on your ass being used...let's just say I
saw it in your faggot eyes last night, so don't deny it.  If you don't, at
least work the hole open somewhat to be played with faggot.  Bet you like
being seen on Tumblr don't you slut...you are going to be such a good
faggot pig."

Now some of that message should have upset me, thinking he can presume he
already knows what I want.  But the problem is, Master Nate was right and
had read me correctly.  I wanted to be that faggot pig.  I went to my
computer and pulled up Master Nate's Tumblr, and looked at his archives.
He did enjoy the piggy play from piss to mess to just about anything. My
cock got rock hard again and I started playing with it, but stopped
realizing how easy it would be for me to cum right now.  As it is now after
4, I used the enema kit to clean me out.  It seemed to work for the most
part and hoping it was good enough for tonight.  I had bought a small butt
plug a while back, but had never used it.  I found it and with some lube,
worked into my ass. I needed to `eat' something, but I didn't want any
solids.  So it was a light liquid dinner so my stomach was not totally
empty, but I was sure it would be full by the end of the night.  With butt
plug in place I walked into the kitchen.

After the `quick' dinner, I was ready to get the final prep for the
evening. I decided no deodorant tonight, so I would only have the natural
scent on me, and I used the month wash to clean my mouth instead of
brushing.  So now I was it was time to put on the wardrobe ordered by
Master Nate.  I realized I was starting to think of him as Master instead
of Nathan now.  Wow...in a short period I really have become a submissive
faggot without a lot of effort.  Once I had the briefs on, I got a wet spot
instantly.  Then I got on my jeans and the t-shirt...ones that were older
and I really didn't care if it made it back home tonight.  Got the Nike's
on and then I looked in the mirror.  I thought I looked kind of hot.  The
funny thing is that fact that I didn't feel right wearing underwear, since
I hadn't worn any all day.  I quickly dropped my pants and underwear and
removed the butt plug, which kind of left me feeling empty.  Okay just need
to follow his orders.

It was just about 5 minutes until 5 o'clock so I decided to go ahead and
leave.  It was a good thing, since I forgot to get the money out of the ATM
earlier.  There was one at the bank a block away, so I was set.  Walking it
felt odd having underwear on, but I could feel the wet spot on them. Once
at the ATM, I got $60 out so I could have an extra 20 for drinking, but I
doubt if I was going to be drinking from the bar...I was hoping more from
the tap.  When I arrived at Haven I still had 15 minutes, so I sat on a
bench outside.  He had said 5:30 sharp and I didn't want to be too early.
Time passed slowly, but finally it was 5:28 and I started to walk toward
Haven and my future.

Chapter 3 – Describing "Hell"

As I entered Haven it felt different tonight.  I had started thinking of
this as my neighborhood bar, but tonight I was walking in as someone else.
I saw a few of the regulars and waved at them.  Then I saw Master Nate
sitting at a high top table in the corner.  I walked over and stopped and
put my hands behind me.

"Good evening Master Nate."

"Right on time faggot...that's what I like.  Sit down here," as he pointed
to a stool.  There were two beers on the table.  He pushed on towards me
and said, "Drink up, most of the beer tonight for you will be recycled.
Before we go any further, I want a little time to go over things, so let's
go back to Bryon and Nathan for a short bit.  Is that okay?"

"Yes, Sir...I mean Nathan."

"Okay Bryon, I'm going to explain the layout of this place and what could
happen.  If you have any questions save them for the end.  Do you
understand boy?"

"Yes Sir."

Nathan started to explain.  "This is an old speakeasy from the 1920s, so it
is in the basement.  You walk around to the back of the building and see a
set of stairs going down to the entrance.  You have to have a membership
card to get inside, which I have one.  I swipe the card, and the door will
unlock.  Once inside, there's a window you sign in for the night, which
then the attendant will unlock the next door and you're in.  By the way,
there will be attendants all over the place to help and monitor.  As you
enter, the hallway will lead you to the main entrance to everything.  But
before heading down the hallway, to your immediately left there is an
opening into what they call "The Locker".  When you sign in you can ask for
a locker to stow anything you want, including any and all clothing items.
At the end of the hall you will turn right into the main bar area.  But to
your left is another opening, which is the "Piss Trough", which I will
explain later.  The bar area is typical, in the sense it has some high top
tables, bar stools a place to play darts.  Drinks you get here but can be
taken anywhere in the place.  So far so good?"

I nodded yes.

"Good.  You will notice a small hallway at the end of the bar.  Down that
hallway are two very small stalls to take shits in.  This is the only place
where this is done, since there is no scat play in this place...owner's
discretion.  Right next to the end of the bar, you will see a beaded
curtain with the word "Anonymous" above it.  This is for any submissive
faggots, like you, who want to get fucked anonymously at the "Fuck Wall".
You go in there and an attendant would get you set up for play.  The only
thing left on this floor is the "Fuck Room".  That is the short hallway
next to the beaded curtain.  As you walk into this room, several options
are here.  On the left side of the room, you will see several fuck benches.
A faggot can just be on one, or if desired, can be strapped down on one.
Also on that side is a series of slings.  The nice thing about this is that
they are on a pulley system, so they can be maneuvered for both the fucker
and the fuckee.  On the right side is the "Fuck Wall".  Here there are a
series of opening that faggots can expose their asses to be fucked by
whomever.  Most are for fags on their backs, since those tables can slide
out to get you into place.  Once legs are exposed, the attendants for that
area will strap your legs up to the wall so you just have to sit there.
Your cock and balls are exposed, but the rule is an Alpha has to be fucking
you to play with your cock and balls.  There are condoms from the
attendants if want, but most just do it bareback.  The faggot has no
choice, once in this position, so think carefully before you go in.  There
are three holes where the faggot can be placed on their stomach, but cock
and balls are still exposed and your legs would still be strapped to the
wall.  That wall gets used a great deal.  Even though, fucking can happen
almost anywhere in this place, the Fuck Room is where most it will happen.
So...still interested boy?"

My cock was hard as a rock listening to this place, hell yes I was still
interested.  "Yes Sir, would you please go on Sir."

"Great.  Now in the bar area, you will notice a set of stairs going down.
This is to the lower floor, which is what the floors are referred to
... Upper & Lower.  Going down the stairs takes you right into an open
area.  Right next to the stairs to your left is an opening with "Hose Out"
about it.  This is the room that a faggot can get his ass hosed out, either
by an Alpha there or by the attendant on duty there to assist.  Shit might
be here, but again no shit play in this place at all.  Next to that is the
hallway that leads to the "Piss Room". In this room, piss can happen
anywhere, but what happens mostly will be one of the following ideas.
There are three piss bath tubs that many will use, both to be pissed on and
those who just enjoy pissing.  Along the back wall is called the "Trough",
which extends most of the wall.  It is big and wide enough for a faggot to
lie down in it or be on its knees or even get piss fucked in.  The Trough
is fun place for most of the time.  Then at the opposite end from the tubs
is a place called "The Cage".  There is a cage where a faggot can be placed
in to be pissed on.  If the fag wants a funnel for either its mouth and/or
its ass he can ask for it...it usually adds to the fun and humiliation for
the faggot.  The cage is a little lower to the floor so everyone can stand
around.  Above the cage is the "Piss Trough" from the Upper Level, where
men can piss on who is ever in the cage from above.  Sometimes piss will
also get on those around there.  When the night is busy, this room gets
cooking.  Wow, nice spot, Bryon."

I looked down and I could see a small spot on my jeans where precum was
soaking thru.  I turned red, but Nathan just smiled.

"I am thinking someone is getting overly excited.  Okay, across from the
stairs in the open area is the "Glory Hole Room".  Here there are two
entrances.  If you want to suck, you enter where it says "The Pit".  If you
want to get sucked you climb the three steps and you go to an open glory
hole and stick your dick thru it.  Piss can happen here, but not that
often.  You can also stick your ass through, and get rimmed, but that
doesn't happen much either. The thing that is great is those getting sucked
can see into the pit, but thanks to a two-way mirror, the faggots in the
pit cannot see anyone above.  On the other side of the stairs there is a
small window to buy fun stuff.  Next to it, is what you use the fun stuff
for, and that is the "Gunge Pit" for mess play.  This does have a shower
overhead to get rinsed off when through, but it is fun to watch some walk
around with it on them.  You cannot go upstairs with mess play stuff on you
so you will have to rinse off sooner or later.  Some go to the Piss Room
and use piss to rinse off.  All in fun.  The last room is the "Dungeon
Room", which is the other direction from the Piss Room.  When you enter
here, there are all sorts of things that one can play on, from St. Andrews
Crosses to Head Cage with wrist restraints...all for the playing.  If a
faggot is on something, unless a Master is in control of the slave, a
faggot is fair game for anyone.  So what do you think...still interested,
as if I couldn't tell."

"Nate, this place sounds awesome Sir.  You indicated kind of rules in
places, are there rules for this place Sir?"

"Damn, boy, you are really ready to go for sure.  That is what I was going
to talk about next, but you beat me to the punch."

"Sorry Sir.  Just kind of excited," as evidence with the spot growing in my
shorts.

"No problem boy.  The first and most important rule is, if you are caught
breaking ANY of the rules, you are kicked out for good...no exception...no
warning.  What's amazing is this rule by my knowledge has only once been
applied and the guy was kind of a jerk to begin with.  That is why members
are very picky on who they bring in."

"What did the guy do, Sir?"

"He was getting a rim job in the Glory Hole Room and decided to shit on the
faggot.  He claimed it was an accident, but no one believed him.  Funny
thing is the guy who brought him into the place, never brought anyone in
again."

"That rule is good to know, but this faggot needs to make sure it knows the
rest of the rules Sir."

Nathan started going through them.  * No ACTION of any type in the Locker.
This is for changing and storing clothes ONLY * No Scat/Shit Play ANYWHERE.
* No Smoking or Drugs inside ... Poppers were the exception * Piss Play in
Piss Room or Glory Hole Room Only.  If a Master/Alpha wants a slave/faggot
to DRINK His piss that can happen anywhere.  * No gags or blindfolds are
used, unless submissive/faggot agrees or a Master/slave relationship (upon
entering the establishment) and the Master does it.  * No causing blood or
blood activities of any kind * (When a submissive/faggot/slave) Uses at any
time the word "Red", that activity must stop immediately.  When "Yellow" is
used, the intensity of the action must not increase at all.  If faggot is
gagged, using its hand must flash five fingers 3 times in a row to stop.  *
No sexual/play activities with glass or metal

Once Nathan was through, he made me repeat them so that I knew them.  I had
paid attention, but forgot to mention the first one he had said, breaking
of any of these rules, a person will removed and never allowed to come
back.  He jokingly said, that I knew the rules well, but never forget that
one.

I said, "Please forgive me Sir, but that rule was already well engrained in
my mind before you started the others, so it is a separated, but the most
important rule and I know I should have included it in my list Sir."

"You're forgiven faggot.  So what do you think?"

"This faggot is ready Sir."

"Now the place only opens at 7 o'clock on Friday and Saturday night and is
open until 2.  But the front door closes at 10 sharp, so you always need to
be in there before that."

"Good to know Sir.  Does it open on the weekdays at all Sir?"

"Yes, on Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday, it opens at 5, but closes at 11.
Usually not as busy, but still action usually is found.  There are always
people looking for action.  You heard me say that I have a membership card.
I told you that you would need $40 tonight.  $20 of that is your membership
for the rest of the year.  They always start in January.  The other $20 is
that nights fees.  The membership card also acts like a charge card.  You
put money on it, so all you have to do to get a drink or buy mess play
stuff is swipe the card.  There is no cash used at all within the dungeon.
The bartenders and attendants get paid very well here, so no need to worry
about tipping...at least with money.  You will have to sign a contract
which states everything I have gone over with you.  The owner prefers new
members go through what we did so he knows, everyone understands the rules.
So do you want to sign up now?"

"Now Sir?"

"That's what I said.  If you say `yes' then we are back to Master Nate and
faggot."

"Yes Sir, "with kind of a weird sound to my voice like `we're doing it
right here?' feeling.

"Ok faggot, go upstairs to the restroom and take off your underwear.  Then
take them over to that guy at the end of the bar with the beard, wearing
red shirt.  You will go to the bar, order a beer for me, give the underwear
to the guy in the Red Shirt and tell him, `Nate is ready for the contract.'
Understand faggot?"

I nodded and headed to the restroom to take off my underwear.  Being small
in the restroom, I quickly took my shoes and pants off.  Then my underwear,
slipping back on my pants.  Then I noticed how big the spot up front had
gotten.  With shoes on, I went back downstairs and up to the bar.  I
ordered a beer for Nathan, then turned to the gentleman in the red shirt, I
handed my underwear to him.  "Nate is ready for the contract Sir."

"Tell him I will be right over boy."

I got the beer and went back to the table.  The red shirt guy got up and
went behind the bar then produced a piece of paper and walked over to the
table with a pen in his hand.  He sniffed my underwear as he was walking
towards us.

"Well Nate, looks like you got a nice new boy for the activities.  Did you
go over all the rules?"

"Not only did I do the rules, but I gave him a layout of your place called
`Hell'.  All I know is that wet spot on his undies and on his pants shows
me he more than eager to go...or should I say cum."  They both laughed, as
the guy put the paper in front on me.  "Cliff, this is Bryon, who has
discovered that he is a submissive faggot.  Bryon this is the owner of
`Haven' and `Hell', Cliff."

I stood up and shook his hand.  "Tall one here Nate.  This piece of meat
will be fun down there tonight.  I might even have to have some fun with
him," as he grabbed my crotch and squeezed.  Nathan just laughed.

"Come on Cliff, you can do that later, but let's get the signing
completed."  With that said, Cliff gave me the pen and I signed the paper.
Then Nathan signed as the sponsor and Cliff signed it as approved.  Nathan
folded it and put it in his vest pocket.

"Now all you got to do is pay the money when you go in and you're set.  By
the way it is a little after 7 so you might want to head that way soon."

"Was thinking the same thing."  Nathan finished his beer and told me to
stand and follow him.